I CAN feel that everyone is staring at me. I can even hear them mumbling. This sucks. I’m now a college student. Since my old school doesn’t have the course I want, I was forced to enter a new school. New school means new environment. New environment means new scenery. New scenery means new faces. New faces mean new classmates. New classmates means…
“Green contact lenses? Ano `yan nagpapasikat ka?”
I fixed my eyeglasses and ignored the rude girl. This is what I hate for having new classmates. They will judge me because of how I look. It’s not my fault that I have a green eyes. It’s in my blood. I may not look like it, but I’m a foreigner. I grew up here, but still I’m an Irish and we can’t do anything about it.
“Hoy! Kinakausap kita!”
I looked at her. “What? I’m not here to be bullied
